"I am but a simple purveyor of words. A story teller one might say. For the right number of coins, I shall create you a world of your very own, where you will be hailed as its hero, its ruler….its god. Cross me, however, and you shall be cast down as its villain, the lowest of creatures. Your final fate will be most befitting…and unfortunate." - Michael L. Turner

Sunday, October 7, 2012

The Long Road into Night #7

On the 7th day one would assume that there
would be rest.If this is your belief,
then by all means, feel free to rest, while the wolf eats you.It is good then, that you have decided
against rest at this time.This was of
course one of your better choices in life.However, leaving the road was probably more toward the other end of that
scale.

You stumble through the forest which is
darker than even the road was.At least
on the road you didn’t have to worry about hitting your head on a tree limb,
which you just did.That’s going to
leave a dreadful mark, but so will the wolf’s teeth, so hurry on.Then again, falling flat on your face is
another option.Your inability to see in
the dark is really slowing things down.

One must ask, “How is it, that you aren’t
dead yet?”Well at least you’re doing
better than that poor chap.

Lifting your face from the mud, the pale
moonlight allows you notice the human skull. Partially covered in leaves, you see the whole
of the skeleton laying right next to where you fell.Next you realize you might be joining whoever
that was.You roll, looking back the way
you came.The wolf had not struck.It hadn’t even followed you into the
forest.Though in your stumbling, you
really didn’t get very far in the first place.The beast was just standing there at the road’s edge.It seemed to be smiling at you.The wolf shakes its head, and sits down to
wait.